Kapitel 7

Zion closed the door behind them, and when she saw his expression, she dropped her mask and burst into heartbreaking, desperate weeping.

Zion froze, surprised by their sudden outburst.

Tiffany's shoulders trembled with her tears, and Zion became slightly annoyed.

"You're annoying me. Go cry somewhere else if you need to." He gestured towards the toilet, and Tiffany left.

Her sobs still reached his ear, and he reached for his mobile phone.

Certainly, most of the headlines in Lagos revolved around one topic: the wedding of one of the country's most eligible bachelors.

Some news channels made no attempt to sugarcoat the truth; this wedding was damage control, and the whole world knew it.

“There aren’t many days like this. After the recent headline about Zion Olumide Adebisi sleeping with Senator Nathan’s wife, the Adebisis felt it was appropriate to marry him off.” “Rachel Simi,” the reporter said, smiling.

Her colleague nodded sideways.

"Even though this wedding seems like damage control, we have to admit that Mr. Adebisi is a real lucky man." The man paused and licked his lips, which made Zion frown.

"After all the years he spent roaming around stealing women, Zion Olumide Adebisi has finally found the most beautiful bride."

A photo of Tiffany appeared on the screen, and Zion gripped his phone a little too tightly.

It was a photo of Tiffany at her wedding reception. She looked stunning in her red dress.

Zion frowned at the slit that revealed her cream-colored thighs.

The reporter's voice brought Zion back to reality.

"I mean, look at them!"

"All this beauty and these voluptuous curves now belong to a man."

"Zion Olumide Adebisi."

 The last two sentences brought Zion back to reality.

Something inside him burst, and he ran his finger over the photograph of Tiffany.

"She belongs entirely to me," he whispered in a low, threatening voice.

Not the motionless Tiffany in the photo, but the one he had taken to his room who was now crying bitterly in the bathroom.

Zion pushed open the door and almost felt sorry for Tiffany when he saw her crying like a wounded animal.

"Stand up."

She looked at him with red, swollen eyes.

"I don't repeat myself."

Tiffany stood up and followed him back into the room.

Tiffany looked around. Before, she hadn't paid much attention to the room, but now she did.

It was lavishly decorated for the bride and groom.

Tiffany took a step back.

 Oh no, it's their "wedding night," she remembered Zion's words when they had chosen the lingerie.

"You will look like a broken doll crying beneath me." Her heart raced, and she rubbed her hands against her dress.

Ohne Vorwarnung drückte Zion sie grob gegen die Wand.

„Du hast Angst vor mir, nicht wahr?“

„Angst davor, was ich mit dir mache, jetzt, wo du mir gehörst.“

Tiffany ballte die Fäuste.

„Ich gehöre dir nicht.“

„Ach ja?“

„Das glaube ich nicht, Liebling. Der Ring an deinem Finger sagt etwas anderes, und um es zu beweisen: Du gehörst mir.“

„Ganz allein mir.“

Er wirbelte sie herum, vergrub sein Gesicht in ihrer Halsbeuge und küsste sie heftig und besitzergreifend.

 Tiffany schrie auf und stieß ihn weg, doch Zion gab nicht nach, sondern saugte fester.

Nachdem sie aufgehört hatte zu drücken und nur noch hilflos weinte, hatte Zion die Befriedigung gefunden, die er brauchte.

Er zog sich von ihr zurück und grinste.

„Willkommen in meiner Welt, Prinzessin.“

Tiffany konnte in dieser Nacht nicht mit ihm im selben Bett schlafen, und Zion störte das nicht; er ließ sie einfach in Ruhe.

Sein Handy vibrierte auf dem Nachttisch, und wir gingen auf den Balkon, um den Anruf anzunehmen.

„Ja, Vater?“

„Nein, sie schläft tief und fest“, sagte er, während sein Blick zu Tiffany wanderte, die sich auf dem Sofa zusammengekauert hatte.

„Ich bin gleich da.“ Er legte auf und zog sich ein komplett schwarzes Outfit an.

Ein schwarzes T-Shirt, eine schwarze Hose und eine schwarze Jacke.

***

Tiffany gähnte und streckte sich benommen auf dem Sofa.

 Sie blickte sich in ihrer ungewohnten Umgebung um und erinnerte sich an die Ereignisse des Vortages.

Der ovale Diamantring in ihrer Hand war eine sanfte Erinnerung daran, dass ihr Leben nie wieder so sein würde wie zuvor.

Ihr Vater hatte sie an ein Monster verkauft, und ihre Mutter hatte nichts zu sagen.

Sie nahm ein kurzes Bad und betrat das Ankleidezimmer, das fast so groß war wie ihr Schlafzimmer zu Hause.

Tiffany hatte nicht einmal eine Nadel mitgebracht, sie kam mit leeren Händen auf das Anwesen der Adebisis.

Ihre Maße waren vor dem Heiratsantrag genommen worden, und Zions Mutter Felicia hatte darüber geplaudert, wie sie ihren Kleiderschrank prunkvoll gestalten würde.

Tiffany fuhr mit den Fingern durch die Kleidung.

Alles von hoher Qualität. Hätte ihre Schwiegermutter doch nur einen so guten Geschmack bei Männern wie damals bei Kleidung gehabt, wäre sie nicht mit diesem Idioten verheiratet.

Während des Frühstücks und Mittagessens kam Zion nicht nach Hause, und Tiffany fragte nicht nach.

Sie war damit beschäftigt, seiner Mutter die strengen Regeln und Verbote der Adebisis zu erklären.

Für eine so korrupte Familie hatten sie wirklich viele Verbote.

Mitten beim Abendessen kam Zion zurück.

Sein Blick fiel von der anderen Seite des Raumes auf seine Frau, bevor er sich neben sie setzte.

„Na, wie lief die Mission?“

„Hast du den Lieferwagen zurückbekommen?“, fragte Raymond und legte sein Besteck beiseite.

Zion nickte und aß weiter.

„Haben wir einen Verdächtigen?“

Zion ließ sein Besteck fallen und wischte sich über die Lippen.

„Wir haben einen Täter.“

"I interrogated all the men in this neighborhood, and the perpetrator turned out to be Dad's accomplice, who had been infiltrated two years ago."

 “Of course his brother was there too, so I took care of them and their families,” Zion said calmly, while his grandfather smiled.

Tiffany swallowed hard.

She knew that in her family, "taking care of someone" meant killing them.

She took a napkin and wiped her mouth.

Are they really talking about wiping out an entire family at dinner?

Her breath caught in her throat as Zion bent down to her.

"Breathe, Princess, you look like you're about to suffocate," he whispered to her, and turned back to his grandfather.

"You pretty much ruined my wedding night. So, if you'll excuse me, I have to go somewhere else."

Zion stood up, took two steps, and turned to Tiffany, who was staring into space.

Felicia cleared her throat loudly, and Tiffany snapped out of her thoughts.

Don't sit at her table when your husband is away.

 That was one of the rules. Tiffany took a deep breath and stood up, Zion following her.

His gaze wandered to her swaying hips, and he clenched his teeth.

Zion had just taken a long bath. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Tiffany staring at the television in horror.

ITV News reported on the gas leak that led to the deaths of two brothers, their wives and their elderly mother.

She turned to Zion.

"You did that." It wasn't a question; she already knew the answer.

"I didn't start the fire myself, but of course I made sure the bastards were tortured before I burned them alive."

Tiffany froze, and goosebumps covered her skin.

"Well, Tiffany, that's normal. If I had been really angry, they would have been ripped to pieces and scattered all over the city like A

dams Shola.“

Tiffany gasped as he approached.

 "That's correct."

"I killed this man."

He kissed her shoulders and whispered:

"Now you can be afraid of me."